Osiria rose, is a hybrid tea rose, with a strong fragrance, and a exquisite colour combination. The petals are blood-red on the inside, and pure silvery-white on the outside. The rose’s name, “Osiria”, is in reference to the legendary land drowned under thousands feet of saltwater (like Atlantis).
The southern sky was aswirl with glowing, shifting colors, the reflections of the great fires that burned below. Baleful green tides moved against the bellies of the clouds, and pools of orange light spread out across the heavens. The reds and yellows of common flame warred against the emeralds and jades of wildfire, each color flaring and then fading, birthing armies of short-lived shadows to die again an instant later. Green dawns gave way to orange dusks in half a heartbeat. The air itself smelled burnt, the way a soup kettle sometimes smelled if it was left on the fire too long and all the soup boiled away. Embers drifted through the night air like swarms of fireflies.
Sansa backed away from the window, retreating toward the safety of her bed. I’ll go to sleep, she told herself, and when I wake it will be a new day, and the sky will be blue again. The fighting will be done and someone will tell me whether I’m to live or die. “Lady,” she whimpered softly, wondering if she would meet her wolf again when she was dead.
u ever sculpt something and think well now I have to make five more of these immediately
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this one is also an exercise in how tonally contrasting I can make the two sides of its face, in turn confusing the idea that it has a true face at all
also I didn’t want to make a mold to copy the nose shape
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ALSO! this is a riff on a guy from the first ever batch of fellows. going back to my roots and those roots are pointy mask. except for the big one here I broke both points (separate occasions)
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the baby got GLAZED! and the glaze dripped and I had to grind off the drips! but it’s all good now and I’m excited to make more weird monks :)
This post is going around today and I thought I should add that I am successfully accumulating weird monks
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sticking a few more weird monks on this post just for posterity
Portrait of Loie Fuller wearing an early version of her “Serpentine” dress. The photograph features a full length portrait of the dancer kneeling amidst a pile of cushions, with her arms upraised, and a small carved snake clasped in her right hand. Her skirt, which is decorated with repeated images of snakes, is raised up and spread out in a wide circle behind her, date unknown, late 1890s. | src V&A Museum
“I have been living with your grief and your rage and your pain ever since … I don’t think I had felt anything for a long time before that.”
Queen’s Thief Appreciation Week, Day Three: Favorite Ship
I put this together for @mander-draws during the 2017 Hamiathes’ Gift Exchange, and it was a fun chance to explore the empathetic (as well as painful) foundation of Eugenides and Irene’s relationship and their shared interest in solitary late-night angst. The frame quote is from the first story about Eugenides the god, in The Thief.
I made a playlist about this pair, here! They’re … the best, I’ve loved their love for more than a decade.
